Project Pat, Hypnotize Camp Posse - Rinky Dink/Whatever Ho lyrics

Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin'
Dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the
Wall before you talk some old
Muthafuckin' shit bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9
9's to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi ya, ya
Mafia, Mafia, Mafi ya, ya)

Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards
On the run bitch kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka
(Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood
On the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot
And a Glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang
Cuz I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you
Hoes and you niggas hatin'

I'mma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla
Cheese out here I can make
I'mma break every fuckin' bitch
Fatalities that I can bring
I'mma millie my pillie but killie
Killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggas don't want Lord Infamous
From South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb
With the guns you bitches
Y'all best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely
Don't you ever forget y'all wouldn't
Y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't forget

Killin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Niggas ain't shit, bodies in a ditch
How any niggas gonna talk dat shit
About da Cruchy fuckin' Black
Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggas gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees gimme all your cash

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself
Just watch your back
Cause still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them gats be ready to attack
All you hatin' ass niggas that wanna jump
Yo punk what's up
You better come up real with
Your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy
It's gonna get rough situation's gone bad
For you niggas claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes
Inside your liver how you figure
I was gon' let you talk that
Shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a
Bitch" know watch
Them throw lights out in my head

Killin', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls
Nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialise in takin' notes
Specialise in nappy hoes
Niggas this is serious
I can't play no games no more
Niggas actin' curious
But I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotise medallion show
What click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those
Who stay real, or maintain', in this game

A lot of niggas talk that shit and
End up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga
Known for smackin', jackin', cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga
Run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on
Come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't
You give a fuck about another nigga
If he's speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like
A nigga smack a bitch, you crump
You ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart
There's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga
You won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with family ties
We leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a
Missle, Lord don't flash on him
Only man ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the
Name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D
And get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over
'til your heat pops away from the gravity
Stand and point your a Tech and see him drop

Yeah I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggas wanna run up
We be flexin' the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin', and
I bitch, I bet ya, i bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga
You can't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry
And sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me
Niggas got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck
You up more than me

It's whatever, whatever ho
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It's whatever, whatever ho whatever

Alot of gunfire
Bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let
The muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack
Now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation
And we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us
We prepared to bust
Caught that niggas slippin' at his place
Shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery
Blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you
Tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to
Tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em
How he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep
Hittin' like a train kiss the floor
Don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks
Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane
They be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters
This for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none